He ate and drank the precious Wor… His Spirit grew robust— He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust— He danced along the dingy Days

359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—

475 Doom is the House without the Doo… ’Tis entered from the Sun— And then the Ladder’s thrown away… Because Escape—is done—

83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—

Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –

The day came slow, till five o’clo… Then sprang before the hills, Like hindered rubies, or the light… A sudden musket spills. The purple could not keep the east…

895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me

29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—

415 Sunset at Night—is natural— But Sunset on the Dawn Reverses Nature—Master— So Midnight’s—due—at Noon.

811 The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”

557 She hideth Her the last— And is the first, to rise— Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing of Her eyes—